Warden of the Beast World: Everyone is a Hakimi

On the third day of delivering meals, when Ye Tang pushed the food cart into the observation area corridor, her mood was as bright as the sunshine outside the window.

She received 500,000 yesterday, counted her account balance several times on her social media last night, and counted it again this morning to make sure that the zeros weren't just from her dreams. Then she got up early with great enthusiasm.

I harvested a batch of the most vibrant catnip from the spirit field, and also took a few bags of sliced ​​bread and fresh lettuce from the supermarket shelf, preparing to give the five of them a change of pace.

Today's menu is catnip, sandwiches, and a nutritional supplement. The sandwiches are easy to make: slice bread, lettuce leaves, tomato slices, golden-brown fried luncheon meat, and a soft-boiled egg, cut diagonally into triangles, the perfect size to hold in your hand, and they look beautiful too.

However, she didn't dare to make too much. Each person received a sandwich, a bunch of catnip, and the standard nutritional supplement. The portions were small, just enough for those beastmen who were easily two or three meters tall to taste or even have a bite to eat.

She had her reasons. Nutritional supplements were something the orcs of this world had eaten since childhood, just like rice and noodles in her previous life—a staple food. No matter how delicious her sandwiches and roasted meat were, to them they might be like street food. They could try it out of curiosity, but she couldn't expect them to suddenly give up their staple foods. What if she made a huge batch and sent it over, only to find they didn't like it and only wanted the supplements? Wouldn't she have wasted her time and food?

As it turns out, Ye Tang was completely wrong.

In Observation Zone One, Jing Yao looked down at the triangular piece of bread on his plate. The bread slices were soft and white, with bright green lettuce leaves, bright red tomato slices, golden brown meat slices, and a fried egg with a slightly runny yolk sandwiched in the middle. Next to it was the familiar bright green catnip, and the dark brown meat-flavored nutritional supplement he had been taking for decades.

He hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and rolled the sandwich into his mouth. He chewed, paused, and his ears twitched twice. Then he glanced at the nutritional supplement, then at the sandwich, and lowered his head to chew the bunch of catnip.

The nutrients were not touched.

In observation area number two, Han Zhou stared silently at the food plate for a long while. Its light green leopard eyes scanned from the sandwich to the nutrient solution, then back to the sandwich, finally taking the sandwich and catnip with it and retreating to the corner. The nutrient solution was left alone on the stone table, its packaging untouched.

In observation area number three, Linghun swooped down from the perch, precisely snatched the sandwich and catnip, then flew back to the top of the perch to eat elegantly. After finishing, his eagle eyes glanced at the lone nutrient solution on the teleportation port, flapped his wings, and turned away.

In Observation Zone 4, Chi Heng was curious about the sandwich—he pecked at the bread slice with his beak, tilted his head to watch the soft-boiled egg inside flow out, then his eyes lit up, and he finished the sandwich in a few bites.

After finishing his meal, he received two ice creams as a cooling treat, which made him so happy that his tail feathers fluffed up. As for the nutrient solution, he kicked it to a corner at the foot of the rocky hill.

In observation zone number five, Cangming still had his back to the door, his cool voice drifting over: "Put it down." After Ye Tang left, he turned around to make sure it was safe, then picked up a sandwich and took a bite. The fish's tail swayed gently beneath the water's surface. The nutrient solution was casually placed on the edge of the pool, never opened from beginning to end.

All five vials of S-grade special nutritional supplements were left over.

Meanwhile, in the corridor, Youlie was leisurely lying outside the glass wall of Observation Zone No. 1, with a lamb leg that Yetang had specially roasted for him dangling from his mouth.

This leg of lamb was for him alone. Ye Tang roasted it for him separately that morning, and it took almost an hour to roast until the skin was crispy and golden brown, and the meat inside was so tender that it could be torn into strands. It was sprinkled with cumin, chili powder, and salt and pepper, and the oil was still sizzling out. The aroma was so strong that it could fill the entire corridor.

He was lying in a very subtle position, with a lamb leg in his mouth, right in front of Jing Yao's glass wall, so close that Marshal White Tiger's nose was almost touching the glass.

Youlie slowly placed the lamb leg between his two front paws, first licking the cumin seeds on the surface with his tongue, then elegantly tearing off a long strip of roasted lamb leg meat, tilting his head back and chewing it with a crunching sound.

After finishing a bite, he deliberately licked the grease from the corner of his mouth. His grey-blue eyes met Jing Yao's amber tiger eyes through the glass wall, his gaze carrying an undisguised, smug smugness. Then he lowered his head and tore off another piece of meat, chewing even louder than the last bite.

Jing Yao stood behind the glass wall, his massive white tiger body motionless, his amber pupils slightly contracted. He finished his sandwich in two bites, and he really didn't want to eat the nutritional supplement. Before, there was no comparison, so it was fine, but after eating Ye Tang's food for three days, the meat-flavored nutritional supplement smelled like waterlogged cardboard.

Meanwhile, his former subordinate, his major general, was squatting in front of him, happily munching on a sizzling, oily roasted lamb leg. He needed to be concerned about the command structure of the Northern Frontier. While Youlie was enjoying himself here, who was in charge in the North? Could Youming manage all that alone? Perhaps he should report to headquarters and suggest transferring Youlie back.

Jing Yao walked to the communication panel in the corner of the observation area, raised a tiger paw, and precisely pressed Lu Yu's communication button with the paw pad.

"Colonel Lu," his voice was deep and steady, with the distinctive chest resonance of the tiger clan, "from today onwards, my nutritional supplements no longer need to be delivered. Whatever Wild Tang eats, I will eat. The meat allowance will be doubled. The corresponding expenses will be transferred to her from my personal account."

When Lu Yu received the call, he was in his office organizing the research materials An Ning had requested. Upon hearing the message, he didn't even stop writing; he simply adjusted his glasses and said in his usual calm tone, "Understood. Process it immediately."

For Lu Yu, this request was not surprising at all. He had personally witnessed the steamed buns, roasted chicken wings, and sandwiches that Ye Tang made, and he had also personally witnessed the changes in the mental breakdown curves of the five detainees after they ate Ye Tang's food.

More importantly, he was the only person in the entire Zero Prison who witnessed Youlie eating a lamb leg in the corridor. At the time, he only found it strange, but now, looking back, Jingyao's request for extra food was most likely related to Youlie's lamb leg.

After Jingyao hung up the call, Luyu quickly jotted down a few notes in her work log, then opened the financial and human resources systems and began filling out transfer slips and salary adjustment notices.

He only realized after filling it out that he hadn't even noticed it himself: in just three days, this was the third time he had filled out a form for Ye Tang's salary increase and bonus. He paused, stared at Ye Tang's profile picture in the upper right corner of the screen for a second, and then continued filling it out.

Ye Tang was squatting in the yard flipping chicken wings on the grill when her personal terminal suddenly beeped. She wiped the oil off her hands, opened the message, and then froze as if she had been struck by lightning.

[Your account has received a transfer of 1,000,000 Star Coins. Payee: Marshal Jing Yao's personal account, Third Legion of the Empire. Remarks: Food expenses – supplied according to Warden Ye Tang's personal standards, with double the meat.] This is followed by a message from Lu Yu: [Warden Ye, starting today, nutritional supplements for Observation Zone One are no longer required. The Marshal's daily meals will be supplied according to your own meal standards; he will eat whatever you prepare, with double the portions. Payment has been prepaid.]

Ye Tang stared at the long string of zeros on the screen, nearly dropping the chicken wing she was eating. She wasn't unprepared—she had already witnessed the immense wealth of the Beast World Empire, having seen the catnip pot sell for 500,000 yesterday.

A million for food? In her past life, she toiled away writing code for seven years and couldn't even save half that amount. Now, she was getting a million just for cooking for Jing Yao, and it was even an advance payment. She took a deep breath, put the chicken wing skewers on the plate next to her, stood up abruptly, and clenched her fists, waving them in the air.

"Yes, boss! I guarantee I'll get the job done!"